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Topic: 12.21.2132 - Renee's Concern (Read 2524 times)

Renee was at a loss to what she now considered was his completely selfless behavior.

"You truly are a noble man my friend Temmit," she said, choking a bit of a sob of relief on the words. "That is exactly the reason. She trusts you, but she is far more comfortable with her best friend Harrison."

She smiled and took a hold of his hand on the table.

"She believes Harrison to be as intuitive as you just because he is so good with kids, I think she is mistaken to a point, but it is her call. Harrison is an excellent young man and will stand by her, I know that much."

She looked at him again questioning his resolve, "are you sure you are ok?"

"Well, I am happy that it doesn't make you feel unaccepted. She does trust you after all," she said, then her eyes became hard. She looked away and back at him again, making another decision.

"That isn't all," she whispered, her voice cracking a bit.

Renee got up and headed to the cot, she pulled what looked to be a journal from under the small pillow and brought it to the table. Placing it in front of Temmit, she continued to stand, and even took a step back as if she feared the thing.

Understanding seeded in Temmit's mind. He had wanted to badly to belive that this was the journal of the Outlands Patrol that he hadn't heard Renee utter Captain Athol's name. "Sorry." He mumbled. "I guess I was only half listening."

He took his hand off the journal then. "Renee," he said gently. "If you don't feel comfortable having this conversation with me, you don't need to. I will always follow you; you have my loyalty." He considered her for a long while. "Is there something specific that you want to talk about?"

"Thank you Temmit, and believe me, I tried to think of any way around having to talk to you about my ...well whatever you want to call it," she sighed and turned around, facing the cot.

Without turning she continued, Temmit sensed a great deal of shame. "I need you to read the book my friend. In it, he writes of me and accounts every request I have made of him. Every single account of my using him to maneuver his guards throughout the city," she whispered.

She turned again, her face a bit more resolute. "We need to know why he did this, I need you to read between the lines, find out his motive, because it sure isn't spelled out."

"You have given of yourself for the greater good of Whisper, and of our kind, Renee. You have done more than anyone else, and you are a hero...heroine...to many. Ease your burden, my friend.”

He picked up the journal. It was square, about six inches, and an inch thick. There were no distinguishing marks upon the cover. “I will read this, and I will keep it the strict-most secret.” He said. “It would help if I might be able to get a little close to him, without him knowing me. If I can understand his personality, it would help. Perhaps we’ll work on that in the coming weeks.” He peered at the first page. The first of many. “I’ll have to take some personal time tomorrow where I can read.”